Sure enough, what she said next was what she expected.
"Four is not too young. It's just right. It's time for your father to hire a teacher to teach you how to read and write."
"Father..." Xin Mo'er sat on his lap and coquettishly, intending to make him change his mind, or to delay it for a while so that she could have enough fun before learning.
"That's it. You go and take a nap. My father will invite the teacher for you tomorrow." Feng Qingcang announced his decision domineeringly.
Xin Moer jumped off his lap, put her hands on her waist, and glared at him, "Father, you are not cute at all!"
Feng Qingcang stared at him, shook his head and sighed softly, "Mo'er, men cannot be described as cute. Besides, I am your father, and the word cute has nothing to do with it. It seems that your father has given you a lesson.
Sir, you are wise, you really need to learn how to use words to express your ideas."
Ying Ying!
She was sure that her father must have done it on purpose. Didn't she just block him out of his words, and she was retaliated so quickly?
Xin Moer was almost so angry that he vomited blood. She didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she left the hall on her legs and ran back to her room.
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The night was extremely quiet, and all the stars were hidden. Dark clouds shrouded the darkness, and the night was hazy.
Xin Mo'er was sleeping soundly when a thunderous thunder suddenly woke her up from her dream.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, slowly opened them, and saw a familiar slender figure standing in front of his bed.
Xin Mo'er thought she had been dazzled, so she rubbed her eyes again. The graceful white figure sat on the edge of her bed, gently held her head in his arms, and coaxed, "Mo'er is not afraid.
,Father is here."
"Father..." Xin Moer let him hold her, dumbfounded. It turned out that her father thought she was afraid of thunder, so he came to coax her?
But she is not afraid of hitting Raye.
The way he coaxed her reminded her of her grandmother in her previous life, who also coaxed her in this way...
All the anger towards him during the day had disappeared, and I actually felt nostalgic for my father's warm embrace.
"Boom!" Another thunder sounded, which could almost pierce a person's eardrum.
Feng Qingcang's low and sweet voice whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my father will drive away Thunder Lord."
Xin Mo'er's eyes twitched, her little body struggled out of his arms, and looked up at him, "Father, Mo'er is not afraid of thunder. Father, please go back to sleep."
"Are you really afraid?" Feng Qingcang looked at her suspiciously, with disbelief in his eyes.
Xin Moermo said, she was so helpless, why was she just a four-year-old baby? Why didn't her father believe her?
"Go to sleep. If Father is with you, you won't be afraid anymore." Feng Qingcang took off her boots without waiting for her to answer, got on the bed, and then put her small body into his spacious arms.